Author's Note: I apologize for going on a really long hiatus without warning! I know this chapter isn't too worth the long wait but I still hope that at the very least, you find it to your liking. :)

After a long time of not writing fanfics, I might be quite out of touch and reviews and constructive criticism are very much welcome and appreciated! Thank you!

I felt my feet hit solid ground and a slight weight on my side pushed into me as I helped steady a tense Ginny before loosening my grip around her waist. The next thing I know, she had pushed me away roughly but I kept my balance as she frantically looked at her surroundings: the white paneled walls, the simple Victorian furniture of the living room and the large open doors that let the fresh sea breeze in. Her breathing was heavy and I could tell she was furious. The icy cold glare she gave me confirmed it.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Draco?" she cried. "Have you really gone mad? I can't be here and you know it!"

"We wouldn't be here if you had been keeping your end of the bargain, Ginny," I answered calmly. "You didn't even look like you were going to break it to them this evening, laughing and being all silly with Potter and this was your last day!" She caught the way I spit out his name and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"You stupid boy!" I felt my blood rise. I am far from a boy and she knew it. "This is only making things worse for us. How do you expect me to tell them now? Do you think we could just show up back at the Burrow hand-in-hand with silly smiles on our faces and announce our reconciliation as if it were the simplest thing in the world? Did you think about that, Draco, before you came barging into my house and abducting me?"

I felt like a small boy being lectured for stealing toffee from a shop and I disliked her very much for it but in the back of my mind, even if I refuse to admit it, she had a point and quite a good one at that.

"Let me correct you on some points, Ginny," I said, trying to regain my composure. "Firstly, I am not a boy as you very well know," I said suggestively and she raised an eyebrow, "Secondly, I am not abducting you. I am merely… taking you out for a surprise holiday. I figured we could take some time off from all the problems we've been facing recently."

That was quite lame, I have to admit but it was the best I could come up with. I raised an eyebrow when she rolled her eyes.

"I am a fully grown witch, Draco and I can easily apparate out of here." I opened my mouth to speak but the little minx cut me off. "With or without my wand. Are you forgetting that I spent a year in the Auror Academy?" I attempted to speak again but "-Yes, Draco, I know I didn't finish but you very well know I am quite as capable in wandless magic as you are."

I had her wand tucked away with mine in my robes. I was also well aware she could perform exceptional wandless magic but really, what does she take me for? All that time with Potter has got her mistaking my formidable intellect with that of Potter's... rather dull one.

So, I stood with my arms crossed, feeling angry with her for somehow being able to insult my person in the two minutes we were standing here. I was too enveloped in my frustration with the way she was acting to even find her feeble attempts at trying to apparate out hilarious.

"Do you remember the little fantasy I told you about?" I asked but she wasn't listening. She kept murmuring and murmuring the spell; her eyes were closed and her hands were balled into tight fists in concentration. "That fantasy where I wanted to build a house that I couldn't perform magic in?"

That caught her attention. Her eyes were open wide now as she took in what I just told her. Before I knew it, she was marching right towards me to deliver what I swear was the most painful punch (out of the many) that I had received from this little devil. My jaw went numb and I felt blood trickle down the side of my lip as anger filled my veins.

She did not stop there. She continued throwing little punches on my chest, growling in frustration and when I heard her sob, I did the only thing I hoped would calm her down. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her tightly. Her strength was something I always admired and her struggling really made it difficult but I was much stronger than her. In a few moments, we were still and all I could hear was our breathing, heavy from the struggle.

Another sob was released and I knew she was trying her hardest not to burst into tears. My anger and frustration was quickly replaced by exhaustion and some sense of relief. I had her in my arms now and she was not going anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an insensitive git. I know that holding her here against her will is wrong but this was something I had to do. Not just for me but for the both of us. Ginny had a very compassionate heart and I knew she could never bear seeing Potter's heart break, again. Not now when they only had ten days to their wedding. The idea made my heart constrict in my chest.

I kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter to me. "Things will be alright, Gin. We'll just let everything cool down. Then we'll face whatever comes to us together. I'll never leave your side and I'll never let you leave mine… ever again."

She raised her head and looked at me with those amber eyes. There were so many emotions in them, I could drown. I could see sadness, fear and love but most of all, I could see her hope. We were meant for each other and I reminded her of that by taking her lips in mine and kissing her, conveying to her my determination to keep us together and my love for her that will not ever waver.

We made love gently and slowly that night. We took our time, exploring the familiarity but exquisiteness of each other; from her full red lips to her graceful neck and down to her slender shoulders and freckled chest. The swell of her breasts and the pink areolas were very inviting and she gasped and arched her back as I took them into my mouth, swirling and gently nipping on them.

My lips traveled further down to the flat, creamy expanse of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button before moving further south to her musky core. Her scent invaded my senses pleasantly and I felt every hair on my body stand at the anticipation of having to taste her again. I pulled her down and placed her legs on my shoulders and at once, I devoured her, licking and sucking her clit and her opening. I felt her hands on my head, my hair tight in her fists and the pleasurable pain made me even harder.

"Draco, please, I need you inside me," she moaned. With one more flick of my tongue on her clit, I got up and positioned myself at her entrance, ready to obey her like a little puppy. I took her into my arms so that we were chest to chest and looking into each other's eyes, darkened by lust and the many emotions held in them, I entered her in one swift movement. Her eyes closed for a moment and I released a grunt at the hot, tight, wonderful sensation of us being one again. I began thrusting into her, slow but hard and little gasps escaped from her open mouth.

"Open your eyes, Ginny," I whispered. She complied and my heart swelled as we made love slowly, immersing ourselves in the pleasure and the purity of it, our breaths mingling with each other, our sweat making our bodies slide against each other. It was beautiful and she was beautiful and thought to myself that Ginny Weasley is mine and mine only.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.